I dreamed for years of having a little girl, all the fun we would have, bonding over girly rituals, joy they share. Sometimes I actually saw her face in my dreams; little hair; black eyes; a mischievous smile.
Adhira.. I remember the moment I knew you were coming and knew my life is set to change.
You were born screaming, slick and red-faced, and as the nurses wiped you down and weighed you, you cried and cried, until I said your name. Then then they brought you to me and Amma, and We kissed that tiny, perfect face, the small echoes of nostrils, the curving shell of your ears, still crusted with blood.
When I first felt you move, felt you settle down on my joints, I knew that no matter what, we were in for a bumpy ride. We knew you would take life at your own pace, on your own terms.
Over the past year, I have watched you grow from a baby into a budding toddler. I have watched you find your hands and feet; learn to crawl; chase your mom around the house, pushing her to limits and go thin. You already show such passion, such determination, that the world is most assuredly your oyster.
I look at you, so sweet and so small, and just wonder what life has in store for you. What things will you do or accomplish in your lifetime? What changes will you see or implement in the world around you?
I love your sense of humor. I love your sweet spirit, offering smiles to the family all day long. I love to watch you around other babies; you’re kind and generous, never pushy(!) or rough, and I know that you’ll be a caring person. I love the fact that you’ll snuggle down with me. I absolutely love that you adore your mommy; I have so much to teach you, to share with you, to show you, that a lifetime doesn’t seem enough.
Adhira ..Having you like seeing thousand rainbows everyday.
